Wild Instinct
Page 27
Looping her arms around his neck, she brought his mouth to hers. “Ask me again.”
“Are you going to leave me?”
“No.” She had questions of her own. “Are you going to give someone permission to play in my mind again?”
“Never.”
“Good.”
His cock caught under the hood of her clit, stretching the delicate flesh exquisitely. She shuddered and moaned. He bucked and groaned. His mouth bit at hers in hard, demanding kisses as he rocked her on his cock.
“I want you, seelie.”
“Yes.” She wanted him, too. His tongue slid into her mouth, gliding against hers, coaxing forward the response that was only his. He kissed her until she was breathless, until she was so hot, she was rocking on his cock like a wild thing. Wanting him in her, wanting him.
Water sloshed as he turned her around. “Brace your hands on the side.”
A shudder took her from head to toe. He was going to take her the traditional way, the position symbolic of her submission, his dominance. Her womb clenched.
His chuckle vibrated against her spine as he kissed his way up to her nape. “I’m glad you approve.”
There was the hot, moist touch of his tongue and then the graze of his teeth. Her pussy burned. Her mark burned. Her heart yearned.
“Curran.”
“Yes, seelie.”
His cock settled between her legs, centering on her pussy before pushing in—a slow, steady possession that left her gasping in shock, pleasure.
“I love you!”
His hips bucked against her, driving him deeper, faster. His fingers found her clit, rubbing gently before pinching lightly in rhythm with the pulse of his hips.
“I love you, too.”
She took him to the hilt. Her claws scraped against the pool’s edge. Her clit pulsed and ached. Her pussy rippled and begged. He pulled out, leaving her empty, wanting, needing.
Never. The thought whispered into her mind. I’ll always be here for you.
And he was. In her mind, in her body. Filling both beyond capacity, giving her what she wanted. Need spiraled high, tighter. She could feel his pleasure echoing hers. His fingers left her clit. Something warm drizzled between her buttocks. His fingers found her anus. Pressed.
Tradition.
Her muscles parted. Pleasure, dark, forbidden but oh, so glorious, rippled over her skin.
His free hand slapped her ass. Ripples of delight spread deep. “Push back.”
The guttural order just fueled the fire within. She was close, so close. His fingers worked in and out, stretching her, preparing her while she pressed back and squirmed, needing just that little bit more to come.
“Curran!”
“What?”
“I need to come.”
His fingers left her ass, only to return to her clit. This time as if sensing her need, they weren’t so gentle, pinching and tugging in time with the violence of her desire. His cock pressed against her anus as he gave one last slow twist to her clit. Her world shattered. His cock eased in, parting her for another, darker invasion. She bucked away from his fingers, driving back on his cock. The pleasure and pain blended with her orgasm, driving it higher, driving her mindless. She needed more. He gave it to her in steady thrusts until she had him all. He parted her buttocks, grinding in that last inch, imprisoning her hips between the edge of the tub and his cock.
“Again.” He muttered in her ear. She shook her head. Though her clit throbbed and begged, her ass burned and pleaded, her womb wept and cajoled, she shook her head. It was too much. Holding her hips, he drew her away from the edge. His feet spread her legs. His hand left her hip.
“Yes.”
The first slap on her clit was a tease. The next a command. The third an order that ripped her orgasm from her. Screaming his name, she came, bucking on his hand, riding his cock as he shouted his own release, sobbing as the hot jets of his seed coated her passage. She collapsed against the side of the tub, her muscles Jell-O. His still-hard cock slipped from her ass, leaving her hungry.
He turned her over and sat on the tub. She straddled his lap. Holding his gaze, she aligned his cock back with her ass and slowly lowered herself. It burned. She didn’t care. Fires leapt in his eyes. When she had him as deep as she could take him, she moved the hair away from his shoulder. Leaning in, watching him watch her, she whispered, “Mine.”
He howled as he took her mark. Made love to her as she licked it and when the storm passed, he was still there, holding her close, soothing her body with his hands and her thoughts with his mind.
“I love you.” She breathed the words against his skin, feeling his hands tighten on her back.
“I love you, too.”
There was a sadness in the declaration that she didn’t like. “What’s wrong?”
His right hand cupped her cheek. “I wanted to offer you a future, but I don’t know what tomorrow will hold. Haven’s future is uncertain.”
She cupped her hand over his, pressing his fingers to her. “But we’re not.”
“No. “
“I bet you’ve made more with less.” Throwing one of his favorite phrases back at him, she smiled into his eyes.
Curran smiled back in that way that tugged her heartstrings. Half grin, half endearment. “You’d win that bet.” His expression sobered. “You’re all I need, Rachel. If you want to leave, we will.”
She turned her head and kissed his palm. “Thank you, but it’s not necessary.”
“I mean it.”
She had no doubt he did. It would kill him, but he would do it. For her. There was no greater proof he could have given her of his love.
“This is our home, Curran. It’s worth fighting for.”
His smile grew at the word “home.” Against her stomach his cock hardened, but what she couldn’t look away from was the love in his eyes. Pure, unconditional love. For her. Forever. No matter what.
He held up his palm. There was the slightest hesitation, before he drew his claw across it. “Then we’d better make it official.”
How could he doubt she would want this? He was hers. She was his. No matter what happened at Haven in the future, this was as it should be. She ran her nail across her palm, slicing it open, placing it over his mark. He did the same to hers. He leaned in. She stretched up. Their lips met. Parted. She took his breath as hers as their hearts blended in a whispered promise that would last forever.
“My soul to yours. In this life and the next, we are bound.”